An imperfect world.
A creation fallen from Grace.
A ripe fruit for all...
Now a faith as wild as a mustard seed.
Our minds tame faiths wild nature.
Focusing on the predetermined goal.
Asking, How do I fit into God's plan?
Why would He save my soul?
All the while, outside the bonds of his creation.
Feeling the prong of forces trying to block His way.
Asking, Why will they not accept my intercession of Love?
How can my Love keep the darkness at bay,
Before this creation and unopened hearts pass away?
